Jerusalem, a city of old,
A donkey he rode upon,
A prophecy he fulfilled.
Judgment was on him,
Before a court of Gentiles,
He was not guilty.
Carrying the burden,
Sin of all mankind,
Burden upon his backside
The wooden cross above,
Nails into hands,
His own life for man.
A cross he died upon,
A grave he rose from,
Sin he always overcomes.
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